Heavily Inspired by the comic by @menace-sama,please check them out!!
Pairing: Roman x Logan
Trigger Warnings: Blood Mentioned, Depression mentioned, Small implications of eating issues
Word Count: 1491
Summary is basically the comic linked below
@spacedouterri @autisticlogankin
sappy continuation under ‘keep reading’ below ⤵
“Good night, Roman,”
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This was drawn way before Thomas announced those youtooz dolls.
Logan never really understand the point of a stuffed animal ever since he has gotten older. He knew that the act of snuggling something warm towards your body could cause serotonin and positive simulation, however it was never really something that had been impactful for him.
So when Roman rushed towards him, shoving a stuffed animal towards Logan, it's bug like plastic eyes staring into Logan's soul, he was clearly puzzled to say the least.
Roman grinned, beaming ear to ear as he presented Logan with a plush version of himself, every minor detail from head to toe made to directly replica himself. "Ta Da!" he exclaims with pride.
Logan glanced ahead towards Roman, allowing his gaze to fall down to the stuffed toy itself. He raised an eyebrow, looking back at Roman once again. "What is this?"
Roman's smile dropped, the corners of his mouth falling to a frown, "What do you think it is, Nerd?! It's me!" he exclaimed, gesturing towards the toy that was now plopped into Logan's hands.
Logan sighed softly, shaking his head as his hands clasped around the plush, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Pardon, I suppose what I should have said is why?" he exasperated.
Roman gently nudged his boyfriend's side," Look I'm gonna be gone on another trip to the imagination for a while and I, " he fidgeted with his hands," I thought you might want something to keep you company. Since you obviously are just DISTRAUGHT without your prince Charming here to accompany you, " he laughed, though there was a hint of something else in his voice.
Logan blinked, rubbing the doll's hair, which appeared to be made of some sort of soft fabric. "So you've given me a replacement doll?" he repeats.
Roman's eyes widened, he gasped, stumbling backwards in disbelief. "How dare you replace the best with a mere doll?!?!" he yelped in offense.
"But no, I'll be gone longer than I was before and so I don't want you to be lonely."
Logan frowned,"But didn't you just return?" he muttered, raising an eyebrow. He was trying to hide the disappointment in his voice, though that was harder than intended.
Roman nodded, "Alas I did, but Remus seems to be really persistent about this one," he started, "Who even knows what he's doing now waiting for me," he chuckles sadly, scratching the back of his neck.
Logan placed the stuffed animal onto his shoulder, hoping it wouldn't fall as he stepped closer to Roman, ghosting his hands onto Roman's shoulders. "Is everything alright, Roman? You seem to be leaving more often, as of late. And while I am not aware what you do there, it still sometimes leaves me in concern for you."
Roman stammered, shaking his head before forcing himself to smile,"I'm fine darling! I'm a prince, you really think you have to worry about me in the imagination?" He removed Logan's hands, booping his nose.
"I'll get going now, see you in a couple days Love!" Roman sings, before rushing out the door towards his room to pack a few things.
Logan gave a meek wave in response before slowly glancing down at the stuffed animal sitting on his shoulder. Logan burried his face into the plush, hugging it close to his chest.
And then all that was left was an uncomfortable silence lingering in the room as Logan just slowly sunk down onto his chair. He sighs, tossing the doll onto his bed. "I have work to do, I'm sure Roman is fine," he insists, opening up his laptop.
Roman stumbled into the imagination, dragging a bag with him in his left hand, while his right hand had a tight grip on his sword,the blade newly sharped. The sun's glare glistened on the edge of his sword, highlighting its metal edges. He could tell, one falty slip and Roman could split his entire hand open, blood gushing down his palm.
The creative trait shook his head, trying to erase that image from his mind while he hesitantly tiptoed through the grassy land. His breath hitched at any nearby sound, for he was here to fight successfully, which meant being ready. The worst thing you cam be at a fight, is unprepared.
He felt bad for lying to Logan, though it wasn't necessarily lying it was more like acting! Acting like everything was okay, like this was just helping Remus with something again. But thats not really what it was, even if Remus would be coming here soon to assist.
He hopefully would only have to stay for a few days, just as long as it took to rid the imagination with all of those...creatures. Kill them before they spread into the rest of the mindpalace, lurking in the shadows of every corner like how they were here. Infesting Roman's safe space to create, filling the air with a dark, gloomy feeling. For anywhere Roman seemed to go, he was greeted with a mist of black, draining all his energy the closer he got. The less distance between them, the quicker Roman's vigor would drop.
The shadowy figures lurk behind, closing off the dazzling light to reflect a darkness even on what appears as the sunniest of days for Thomas. They were used as a blocker, pushing creative yearning out and blocking motivation and passion to create from entering Thomas's mind at all.
And these creatures, they aren't easy to spot. They're hiding underneath quiet patches of leaves, or behind tall booming trees, that watch over the land. Waiting underwater in a creek for the moment you're least expecting it, to drag you down with a echoing thump, consuming you.
They weren't always here! For the longest time, the imagination was truly the only place where Roman felt free, released from the chains of normality. A place where he could roam endlessly, living his fantasy filled dreams in every moment. Roman was able to transform fiction to reality quicker than a blink, able to make dreams come true in every breath. The imagination was his home. And it was Remus's home too. A place they could share, in harmony.
And when he would come here before, he'd never have to stay a night. He never left his boyfriend worrying about him, because he knew he could safely come back the next day as long as Thomas felt a creative urge. Which should happen everyday, at least once. At least once someone should feel open to create or consume art, especially someone like Thomas.
But once Thomas developed his depression, all his creative spark seemed to fade away, and eventually these creatures in the imagination started to form. Now Roman's job was to protect those he loved by getting rid of them while he can.
He just hoped he wasn't causing too much worry while he did so.
Meanwhile, Logan was once again sat at his desk just like days prior right when Roman had first left, trying to keep his focus on his word. He huffed, slouching miserably as he reached for Thomas's planner.
Logan glared, face palming at the imense amount of plans he knew they weren't prepared for.
Logan groaned, "why does thomas keep agreeing despite his busy schedule?! Theres just so much to adjust," he complains, narrowing his eyes.
However, his expression softens when he catches glimpse of the Roman plush that was tossed onto his bed earlier. Logan slumps in his seat, before a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Logan sighs lovingly, slowly propping himself out of his chair and onto his bed with the doll.
Once Logan adjusts his position in bed, shifting to where he was comforting, he grabbed onto the Logan plush, tenderly holding it.
Its been days, he thought, that worry bubbling in his stomach as the butterflies swirled around, I wonder how you're doing.
I hope you remember to eat, you're so easily caught up with work, you often forget the essentials, Logan just gazed at the version of Roman that was in his arms as he let his thoughts wander and continue.
I hope you're resting right now, instead of charging into something when your body demands rest.
Logan slowly sighs, reaching over towards his lamp to click his final lights off. He bit his lip before hesitantly placing the doll exactly where Roman would sleep in his bed, on the left side of him. Normally, Roman would insist on cuddling close together, and Logan really didn't mind this at all. In fact he missed it right now, but at least having the doll sleep where Roman normally slept was enough.
"Good night Roman, I love you. Please stay safe out there," he whispers under his breath.
logan’s trying his best, of course roman has to go all out to show his love hshshhs also just an excuse to tell the nickname i made them give each other
Logan huff, but he can’t keep that annoyance for long. Not especially when the once vibrant kingdom of Roman’s side of the Imagination was overcast with gloom.
“It will pass,” he silently pray, before following Roman towards the garden’s gazebo to deal with royal work that is definitely beyond his ability. But he’s already committed to doing this, might as well do his best till the end.
Logan thinks Roman should take the day off and do some other light activities to keep his mind off. But Roman has a lot in his schedule that just cannot wait. So he decides to help with what he can to lighten the load. Surely it’d be easier with help. Two heads are better than one, after all.
but one thing Logan has to be careful with is how… emotional Roman can get especially when it is something that involves his creative touch. he just gotta be patient. He can do this, he hopes.
Logan: I know I’m not one for feelings, poetic prose, or grand gestures. I don’t ask for much. But three words, three wonderful, special little words, and I’m yours.
The first thing Logan sees when he walks into Roman’s room is, well, barely anything. He could’ve easily mistaken it for the fanciful side not switching on the lights with how gloomy the atmosphere is. The colours of the room look almost faded, and Logan is very familiar with this situation; either Roman is experiencing burnout or is having a bad day.
He finds Roman in the middle of the room, face flat on the floor. He almost appears lifeless, but thankfully his body still rises and falls, which indicates he’s still breathing.
“Roman, are you present?” Logan asks, crouching next to him
A grunt, and hand movement is all the response Roman made. Not unusual for him to be non-verbal on this kind of day. The logical side knows very well what he needs.
“Would you like some company?”
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Logince Week 2023, Day 1 - Burnout
first day is always scary, same goes with prologue/the opening of a writing
A drabble in celebration of @loginceweek2023 Day 1: Insecurity
Rated: G - WC: 100
“You’re on, little brother!” Roman’s laughter boomed, loud, boisterous. And brittle.
“My Prince,” Logan drew close once the others had left and brushed three fingertips over Roman’s hand, their sign to request connection.
The touch shattered his façade. “Oh, Specs.” Face hidden against Logan’s shoulder, his muffled voice was rough with tears. “I can’t…. I’m not….” Roman deflated. “Thomas’ll just pick Remus’ song. Mine can’t compete.”
“Falsehood.” Logan’s voice was soft as he gently lifted Roman’s chin. “You are talented and passionate and uniquely suited for this endeavor.”
“But—“ Protest interrupted with a kiss, Roman blushed.
“We’ll complete it together.”
Photo by Historical Hussy on Wikimedia, Creative Commons license
Summary: Logan and Roman want to ask each other out, but neither thinks the other would be interested...
Pairing: pre-romantic Logince
Warnings: kissing, insecurities, low self esteem.
Word count: 4,215
For @loginceweek2023 day 1 - Insecurity
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The minute Logan walked inside the school building he noticed something was different. The place seemed emptier than it usually is before classes start… or so he thought until he heard excited murmurs and saw up ahead a big group of students huddling in front of the announcement board.
Logan sighed, knowing what this was about now. It's the end of December, meaning New Years is coming up this weekend… and, of course, the school hosted a party to celebrate. Not only that, but as if to make matters more stressful, there's a dancing competition too that everyone suddenly became so obsessed with winning at, that they stopped talking about anything else!
It was truly exhausting each year… for Logan, at least, everyone else always seemed perfectly happy and excited. Everyone, including-
"Specs! There you are!" Before Logan even had time to replay, Roman tugged his arm until they were both in the middle of all the huddled students. He tugged him along until they,, at last reached the front and he saw the poster featuring this year's theme. "Look! This year's theme is royalty!" Roman gestured excitedly to the poster.
Logan scoffed. "Yes, I can see that Roman." He pushed up his glasses, reading it over.
Logan failed to see why Roman was showing him this, since he knows full well Logan almost never showed up to these kinds of things and his deep dislike of such events. But Roman needed an audience for his excitement, he supposes.
"Oh, this is going to be so fun! I already have the perfect outfit in mind and I'm totally going to win this year! I can just feel it!" Roman grinned, hoping in place as the crowd of students slowly disbanded, leaving only Logan and Roman.
"Yes, well, you're not going to win anything if you're late to class… again, so I suggest we'll start making our way there." Logan pointed out, turning around and starting to walk to their classroom, expecting Roman to follow.
"C'mon, Teach, I know it's not your favorite thing but you have to be at least a little excited about this dance," Roman said as he fell into step next to him.
Logan gave him a pointed look, making Roman roll his eyes. "Right, mister top-student has more important things to occupy his mind than a silly dance," Roman said mockingly.
"I know you're mocking me, but yes, I do." Logan agreed.
Roman groaned in the exaggerated way of his. "How can you make even mocking you boring?"
Logan gave him a tiny, teasing smile at that. "Years of practice."
The day passed on in an unusual slowness, everyone once again starting to obsess over what they were going to wear and who they were going to invite, he was honestly starting to get a serious headache. It didn't help that he was best friends with the number one fan of these kinds of things.
"So this is the first outfit that I thought of…" Roman said, showing him a picture on his phone of a fancy king costume, complete with a ridiculously huge crown. "But after a while, I started thinking if this might be better…" he swiped to a picture of a prince costume, much tamer than the previous one but no less fancy for it, a white and gold dress shirt with a red sash going from the right shoulder to the left side of the waist and a black pair of pants. And, of course, a tiara.
Logan could already see Roman in that outfit, it suited his usual mannerisms perfectly… for some reason that mental image made him feel a tad bit warmer-
"So what do you think? Which should I choose?" Roman was looking at him expectantly.
Logan looked away, feeling a little flushed. "I think the second suits you more um… excuse me for a moment.." he got up from where he was sitting opposite Roman in the cafeteria and walked quickly towards the bathroom.
It seemed to happen more and more often recently, Roman and him would hang out like they did countless times before… and then, suddenly, Logan would start feeling… strange. It was highly confusing and Logan always found some kind of an excuse to run off and compose himself, but he has to admit it had gotten harder to avoid these strange emotions as time went on… but he didn't know what else to do!
Finally, the school day came to a close and he and Roman departed, each going to their house. Logan had decided at last on what to do regarding his… feelings, he shall ask for advice from his older brother, he has always been more capable of navigating these kinds of social interactions.
"Well, if it isn't my dear brother." His brother smirked at him when he entered.
"Janus, enjoying winter break I see," Logan said, hanging his coat and stepping out of his muddy shoes before stepping from the doorway and into the house, shuddering slightly as the warmth enveloped him.
"Quite indeed, how was school? I know you simply adore this time of year." Janus teased as he looked at him from where he was sitting on the couch, watching Netflix.
Logan sighed tiredly. "It was… tiresome, as always…" even more so than usual…
Janus frowned slightly, pausing whatever he was watching to give him his full attention. "What's on your mind, Lo?"
It was incredibly frustrating how easily Janus could read people, Logan especially. Most people consistently told Logan how stoic and unexpressive he was and so it always baffled him how Janus sees through him with ease.
Logan hesitated, true, it was his original plan to ask Janus for advice… but now… he didn't know what to say, a rare occurrence for him.
Janus' smirk widened at his hesitation. "Wait a second… Are you embarrassed? Oh, now I gotta hear it!"
Logan took a deep breath. "It's… about Roman…" he started hesitantly. "I've… just been feeling… strange, around him lately." He flushed slightly.
Janus' eyes widened in sudden realization. "Oh my-"
"You know what? Forget I said anything, this was a bad idea and I should just shove these feelings down and hope they'll go away." Logan suddenly felt uncomfortably exposed and wanted to hide in his room, but Janus stopped him, clearly trying to hide his smile.
"Wait, wait, sorry, I'll be serious now. It just… took me by surprise." Janus gently guided him to sit next to him.
"You and me both…" Logan muttered under his breath.
"So, you have a crush on Roman," Janus said after a beat of silence.
Logan sputtered. "I… what? That's… that's not what I said! The mere suggestion is ridiculous!" He protested.
Janus rolled his eyes. "You're right, of course, how silly of me."
"Incredibly silly." Logan agreed, still flustered by Janus' statement.
"So, what, pre-tell, are these mysterious feelings you've been having around your best friend?" Janus asked with a sarcastic tinge.
"Well… I would suddenly start to feel… warmer than I was, mainly in my cheeks, and my heartbeat would increase like it does when I'm nervous but… we've been friends for years, why would I be nervous around him?" Logan wondered aloud.
Janus let out a deep sigh. "I sometimes forget how oblivious you are, are you even hearing yourself?"
Logan frowned, was he missing something? "What are you-"
Rising body temperature, increased heart rate… oh no…
"I have a crush on my best friend." Logan suddenly realized. "Janus, I have a crush on my best friend," he said again with a panic. He shook his head. "No, no, no. This is bad, this is worse than I thought! What am I supposed to do?!"
Janus chuckled, grabbing him by his shoulders. "I suggest you'll calm down first."
Logan nodded taking deep breaths. "Yeah, you're right, no reason to freak out, I know what to do now."
Janus nodded.
"Ask him to the dance."
"Avoid him until it goes away."
They stared at each other. "Wait, what?" They said together again.
"Ask him to the dance? Have you figuratively lost your mind?!" Logan sputtered at the mere thought… He and Roman, dressed like royalty… dancing. His cheeks warmed again.
"Yes, because avoiding him forever is very realistic. But if you want to take the cowardly way, be my guest." Janus rolled his eyes, waving his arm in a dismissive gesture.
Logan sighed, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. "Maybe you're right but… asking him to the dance? You know I don't fare well in these kinds of social events…"
Janus gave him a small smile. "But you do want to go with Roman, don't you? It's worth a shot."
Logan nodded, considering. "Okay, yeah, maybe I do but…"
Janus raised an eyebrow. "But?"
"But what if he says no? Or worse, says yes? He's… well he's not just my best friend, he's my only friend… I don't even know why he hangs out with me half the time. He could go with anyone he wants… why would that be me of all people?" Logan rubbed the back of his hand furiously as he voiced his concerns.
Janus took his hands, squeezing them reassuringly. "He hangs out with you because he likes you, Logan, you'll never know if you don't try. If he says yes, great, you'll have a fun evening of dancing together. And if he says no, it may take a while but you'll go back to being friends in the end."
Logan thought this over, this is all very new to him, and he's scared of messing things up with Roman and ending up alone… but, Janus was right, he'll never know if he won't ask.
After a few more minutes of consideration, Logan nodded. "Can't believe I'm saying this but… I'm going to ask Roman to the dance… not scary at all…"
Janus chuckled again, patting his back encouragingly. "That's the spirit! And if he breaks your heart, I already have an incredibly tall staircase to nudge him off of." He winked and got up from the couch. "Go get him, tiger." And with that, he walked to his room.
"My name's Logan…" he said, but Janus was already gone.
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"Remus, stop it, I'm not going to ask him," Roman said for what felt like the millionth time as he was making adjustments to his outfit. He reached his hand beside him, "gold thread."
Remus handed it to him as he groaned. "But why? You've been mooning over him for years!"
"Because, Remus, he made it very clear he hates this dance and I don't want to pressure him to go, red thread." Remus put it in his waiting palm. "I can ask him out when this blows over."
"Really? Then why didn't you do it yet huh? You're just a big coward is what you are." Remus huffed.
Roman dropped his needle and turned around to face his twin. "I'm not a coward, I'm a romantic, I'm waiting for the right moment-"
"Which is now!" Remus argued, throwing his arms in the air in exasperation. "Maybe he hates this dance so much because no one ever asked him! Did you think about that?"
Roman huffed. "Yeah, like Logan, of all people will care if he gets asked or not, just stay out of my love life okay? I can handle myself."
Remus rolled his eyes. "Trust me, I'm dying to, but it's kind of hard when you fucking don't stop talking about him! Just ask the damn guy out! It's not that complicated!"
"Trust me, now is not the time to ask Logan out, he's always in a bad mood this time of year with Christmas and New Years and the school dance, I just don't wanna add to his plate-"
"Blah, blah, blah. Excuses, excuses. You always find a reason why 'it's not the time' just man up and ask him already! I don't understand why you keep avoiding this!" Remus cut him off. "You know what? I don't care! Ask him, don't ask him, throw him off a cliff for all I know! Just stop whining about him like a little bitch!"
And with that, Remus left his room, slamming the door behind him.
Roman looked over at his outfit. He imagined what Logan would have chosen to wear if they went together. Probably something tame and serious, maybe a suit that'll hug his frame tightly-
He shook his head, it's not going to happen since they're not going together. Even if he'll ask and Logan will agree, he won't have fun there… it's just not Logan's style.
Remus was right though, he was kinda… maybe, avoiding this. But can you blame him? It's Logan for heaven's sake! Sure they've been friends since practically day one but why would serious, confident, smart Logan ever go out with someone as insecure and um… expressive as him?
Roman is pretty sure he'll say no, and then what? The chances of them staying friends after that are pretty low…
But what if he says yes?
He fantasized about this scenario plenty, of course, but he just doesn't see it happening in reality. So…. He's just been avoiding the topic.
Besides, Logan has been acting… strange, lately. Running off at random times with a rushed excuse… not meeting Roman's eyes… he fears maybe he doesn't want them to be friends anymore, maybe he finally had enough of Roman's theatrics and just doesn't know how to tell him that…
Roman sighs, folding his outfit carefully and putting it in his closet. He can't wait to go to this dance and forget about all this for a while, maybe he'll even win the contest!
But, as his mother called him and Remus down for dinner, he couldn't help but wonder what it'll be like with Logan… rather than without…
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The following morning, Logan was walking to school.
That alone was far than unusual since he did that each weekday morning since first grade, the things that raced through his mind as he walked though… now those were highly unusual if not down right delusional.
Was he really going to do it? Ask Roman Prince out for the school dance everyone knows he hates? What was he thinking? He must be going insane, it's the only logical explanation as to why he's considering this…
And yet… and yet he can't help but get nervously excited at the prospect. The idea of him agreeing and them going together made Logan feel… warm, was the only way he can describe it, inside.
If he doesn't however…
He shook his head, just as he stepped into the hallway, there's no use dwelling on that… he'll just um 'shoot his shot' as they say and see what happens, afterwards he'll figure out how to deal with the outcome.
Logan nodded to himself, mind decided-
Until he saw Roman.
At the sight of his best friend, and apparently his major crush at the moment, all thought fled from his mind and he just stared for a long, embarrassing moment.
Luckily, Roman's back was to him so he hadn't noticed Logan yet.
He can't do this.
Logan suddenly realized as Roman finally turned to him and smiled, waving at him.
Logan forced himself to smile back, walking over to him to greet him.
"Good morning, Teach!" Roman grinned at him with his dashing smile.
Logan nodded at him. "Morning, Roman, how are you today?" He asked as they started walking.
"I'm super! Getting ready to rock this dance! How about you, Lo?" Roman answered excitedly.
At the mention of the school dance, Logan's stomach churned.
Ask him.
Said a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his older brother. Logan took a deep breath, looking around at the bustling hallway.
Here? In the middle of this huge crowd?
Logan shook the thought away. No, not now, he'll wait until they're both alone.
"...Specs?"
Logan snapped back from his pondering to find a concerned Roman looking at him expectantly. He blinked. "Yes, Roman?"
Roman frowned at him. "Are you okay? You're acting… strange. Are you sick or something? How many times do I have to tell you, the world won't end if you miss a few days of school to get better!" He stopped walking, looking Logan up and down.
"I'm not sick, Roman." Was all he said in response.
"Then what is it? You're starting to worry me…"
Just say the words, it's not that hard!
Logan swallowed. "I um… I was just wondering if you… I mean, if you wanted to um…" he fumbled with his words, getting increasingly more flustered.
"Logan, it's okay, whatever it is you can tell me!" Roman reassured him. Of course he did, he was always sweet like that.
Logan still hesitated, playing with the sleeves of his shirt as he was trying to find the courage to ask him.
Suddenly, Roman turned and walked to a nearby classroom, checking to see if it was empty, then motioning Logan to step inside. Closing the door behind him.
"Okay, just us now, what's wrong?" Roman asked again.
This is it…
Logan took a deep breath, stealing his nerves. "Roman, I wanted to ask you if…" he closed his eyes, irrationally unable to look Roman in the eyes. "Would you want to go to the dance… with me?" He finally managed to say, opening his eyes slowly.
There was a long moment of silence as Roman processed the question. He blinked in surprise. "Wait… what?"
Logan sighed. "Stupid idea, I know, forget I said anything-"
Roman takes his hand, grinning. "Yes! Yes, of course I want to go with you! I just thought you didn't like this dance." He explained.
A wave of relief washed over Logan and he smiled, lacing his fingers with Roman, his palm was so warm. "Well I'm certainly not a fan but… I feel like I won't mind it as much with you…"
Suddenly Roman pulled at their joined hands until their foreheads touched, his warm breath fanning over Logan's face. "I wanted to ask you out for so long I just… didn't know how." He said softly.
Logan flushed at their proximity and Roman's words, eyes drawn to his lips. "Really? I didn't think you'd be interested in someone like me…"
Roman chuckled at that. "Funny… I thought the same thing…" He looked down, taking a step back but keeping their hands together.
Logan took a moment to process that. "Wait… you thought I won't be interested in you? I'm pretty sure everyone in school is, how can they not?" Logan said, blant as always.
Roman looked up, blushing deeply. "I… I don't know… you're so smart and confident and perfect and I'm… not…" he shrugged.
Logan couldn't believe what he's hearing, of course he knew Roman was more insecure than he lets on but this? This is absurd!
He squeezed their joined hands. "Roman, you're my best and only friend. Sure we're very different but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy being with you. You're smart in your own way, you're sweet and caring and charming and of course I would be interested in you, I don't understand why you think I wouldn't but-"
And, before Logan knew it, they were kissing, sweet and gentle. Logan felt himself melting at the intimate touch, for once losing touch with reality as the sensations overwrote his senses.
They broke apart to catch their breaths, looking at each other, both of them flushed.
"So ah… dance?" Roman asked hopefully with a shy smile.
Logan shook his head, chuckling. "Yes Roman, dance." He clarified.
Roman gave him a sly smile that turned Logan's blush a deeper red. "Do you have an outfit in mind?"
Logan's eyes widened. "Oh no, please not-"
"Makeover time!" Roman declared with a flourish. "Come to my place after school and I'll fix you up in no time! Now come on, classes are about to start!" With a spring in his step, he led them out of the empty room and towards their first class of the day.
"Maybe the dance wasn't the best idea…" Logan said, but Roman just laughed.
"Too late! Get ready, nerd, you're about to become a 'fancy nerd' !" He accompanied the last phrase with jazz hands.
Logan rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile at Roman's… Roman-ness.
Him and Roman… going to the dance… together… this is really happening huh?
Yes. Yes, it was happening.
The rest of the days following their first kiss should probably have been a clue that this was indeed very much real and not some elaborate dream, but it was still hard to believe even with all the hard evidence.
After Logan finally worked the courage to ask Roman out, things moved rather quickly. That day after school he went with Roman to his house and they spent hours trying on different outfits and styles on Logan, trying to find something that'll fit Logan and the dance theme.
They finally settled on a royal blue coat with golden buttons with a white dress shirt underneath and matching blue dress pants. Complete with a gentle tiara with blue fake gems and-
"No." Logan said when he saw what Roman held up for him.
Roman pouted. "What's a king without his cape?" He said. "C'mon, the outfit's not the same without the finishing touch!" He wiggled the cape enticingly at him.
Logan rolled his eyes. "I feel ridiculous enough already, thank you."
Roman bit his lip, looking Logan up and down once again, he did that so many times even Logan stopped counting. "Ridiculous is not how I'll describe it."
Logan flushed but still shook his head. "No capes."
Roman whistled. "Gee Teach, pulling out the Pixar references. Have it your way then." He finally relented, putting the dark blue cape aside. "I think we found your look regardless."
Logan nodded, going to the bathroom to change to his normal clothes and go back to his house.
As he was heading out, Roman suddenly planted a brief kiss to his cheek. He pulled away and grinned. "See you tomorrow!"
A little stunned, Logan just nodded and walked outside.
Before Logan knew it, the day of the dance came.
"C'mon, let me see you, your highness"
Logan heard Janus' teasing tone from the other side of the door. Why was he doing this again? He wondered as he looked at himself in the mirror once more.
He felt utterly ridiculous and uncomfortable in the stiff outfit and his cheeks burned as he imagined Janus' reaction to seeing him in this.
"I… think I might be getting sick, it's flu season after all… maybe I should-"
"Nice try, Logan, you're not getting out of this that easy." Janus cut him off.
Logan sighed. "Fine, just promise you won't laugh?"
He heard his older brother chuckle. "I make no promises, but it's either that or be late to your precious date…" Janus pointed out.
Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, he was right, damn him but he was right.
He took a deep breath, then twisted the door handle and walked outside. He barely blinked before he heard the click of a camera and saw Janus with his phone at the ready.
"Perfect." Janus smirked at him, taking a few more shots of him.
Logan rolled his eyes. "Great, you got your blackmail material, can I go now?"
Janus chuckled again, doing a mock bow. "Be on your way, your royal highness."
Logan huffed. "You're impossible." He muttered as he walked past him and out the door.
"Love you too, Lo!" He heard him call after him.
A short walk later, and he's at the school dance, looking around for Roman nervously. He could feel everyone's eyes on him and knows what they're most likely thinking:
Logan Sanders, top student and hater for all non-serious things, attending the dance with the most ridiculous outfit in existence…
A hand on his shoulder makes him jump and turn around sharply, only to freeze on the spot at the sight that greeted him, feeling his cheeks heat up.
Roman chuckles at Logan' jump, eyeing him up and down appreciatively… and looking like a prince straight out of a fairytale book. With his dashing smile, the white dress shirt laces delicately with gold and red threads, a red sash going across it from the left shoulder to the right side of his waist and a pair of black dress pants that hug his frame snugly.
Logan swallows as Roman smirks at his staring, biting his lip. "What? This ol' thing?" He indicated his outfit. "I just threw it on me at the last minute."
"I… um… You look… Adequate." He finally managed to say.
Roman raised an eyebrow playfully. "Just 'adequate'? That blush says otherwise."
Logan flushes darker at that, looking away from Roman's gorgeous green eyes.
Roman chuckles, hooking his hand in Logan's. "You're too cute for your own good, care for a dance?" And with that, he was pulled to the dance floor.
To Logan's surprise, the night went… really well, and he actually managed to have fun even with his awkwardness and everything.
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